"How about Barbizon, I said.

How about a tall, yellow
butterscotch coop
at the Balmoral Hotel
in Edinburgh? Now
that's something you could
dive into and come up
with a mouthful of feathers
all aflutter. No, she said, Ashes
of Roses, you know
the clinking of a tea set
on a Mexican veranda?"

Richard Garcia, Ashes of Roses

You can read the whole poem here.
(Art by Dan Amell).